Melinda's eyes rose from Theodore's files at the sound of Astoria's voice. The young woman was nearly exactly like Melinda pictured her to be -- well put together, blonde, and lovely. She was the kind of woman society loved to raise women their age. It occurred to her in that moment that she and Astoria had never actually met. All the years she and Astoria had been so close to Theo, their paths had never formally crossed until now.
"Thank you," she said softly as she stood. Theodore's file was clutched tightly in Melinda's hand. She slung her bag over he shoulder. She might have looked young, and a bit dishevelled from a day like she had, but at least she had height on her side. With her heels and long limbs, she looked far taller than she really was. The guilt that she'd felt at leaving Theo had turned into pure fury. It reflected in a sharp, cold look from green eyes.
She stepped into Astoria's office with a slight nod of thanks. Her eyes drifted around the office as she waited for the door to be closed behind her. "They're putting a lot of work into making Theodore look guilty beyond a doubt." Melinda said, handing the file to Astoria if she cared to take a look.